“I will surely not go into the chamber of my house, or go up to the comfort of my bed. I will not give sleep to my eyes, or slumber to my eyelids until I find a place for Yahweh, a dwelling place for the Mighty One of Jacob.” -Psalm 132:3-5
Father forgive me, for I have run headfirst to find rest and relief in any and everything before I open my doors to You. I shut my eyes to You in social media, I close my eyelids to Your presence with another Netflix binge, and I sleep my hunger for You with yet another grab of dessert. My comforts are many, while my satisfaction as fleeting as a drop of water in the high sun of a summer desert. Though the hunger pains groan, let them roar louder than my coping mechanisms until my restlessness will lead me to find all my rest in You. Amen.